A powerful tonic

The Golden Offering – A Virgin’s Devotion

The Summoning – A Trainee’s First Duty

The new office smelled of leather, old books, and something darker—something primal that clung to the air like incense in a temple of sin. Emma stood frozen in the doorway, her slender frame outlined by the afternoon sun streaming through the blinds. She was exotic, her golden-brown skin glowing, the tanned beauty's dark hazel eyes wide with nervous innocence. The trainee badge clipped to her blouse read EMMA SANTOS – ARCHIVES, but Stefano already knew her name.

He had chosen her.

"Close the door," Stefano murmured, not looking up from the ancient manuscript spread across his desk. The middle-aged man's deep baritone was calm, almost bored, but beneath the surface, his demonic heritage sang in pleasure.

Emma obeyed, the latch clicking softly behind her. The sound was final, like the sealing of a tomb.

"You wanted to see me, Signor Bianchi?" Her voice was soft, accented, each syllable wrapped in the musical lilt of her homeland.

Stefano finally looked up, his violet eyes burning through the dim light.

Kneel

The command slithered into her mind, smooth as oil, irresistible as gravity.

Emma’s knees hit the Persian rug before she even realized she was moving.

The Revelation – A Golden Feast

Stefano’s nostrils flared.

"Jackpot."

There it was—golden, radiant, a glow so pure it made his teeth ache. It pulsed from her womb, a beacon of fertility, of untapped power. The Osiris ring thrummed against the incubus' finger, the antediluvian relic's hunger gnawing at his veins.

Virgin

The word was a growl, her purity was the perfect fuel for Osiris fallen divinity's corruption...

Emma flinched, her fingers twisting in her lap. "I—I don’t—"

"You’ve never been touched." Stefano stood, his towering frame cast a deep shadow engulfing the young trainee's petite frame. "Never been taken."

Emma’s breath hitched, the exotic beauty's pulse rabbiting at her throat.

Stefano cupped her chin, his thumb brushing the innocent beauty's lower lip.

Open

Her lips parted, her tongue peeking out—pink, shy, perfect.

Stefano unzipped his slacks, his fat throbbing cock springing free—thick, veined, already leaking thick globes of tainted precum.

"O-Ohmygod... What the hell is this? I-I didn't sign up for this, fuck, it's so big..." A soul fragment, ripe with fear and lustful corruption flared in the incubus' senses,

Emma’s hazel eyes widened.

Taste it